So tomorrow Griffin will be three months old. I am mostly ecstatic about this milestone since the newborn phase and I get along like... well, like two things that don't really get along at all. But I am a little sad as well. He's our last baby and we'll never again experience this "4th Trimester".
I go in tomorrow to get him weighed, I'll measure him as well. I'll also do my best to take more pictures, I've been lax lately.
He's rolling over, which is annoying in the middle of the night when I'm trying to nurse him. He's a VERY smiley baby and has the most adorable smiles. He's talkative, wiggly, loves to interact with people, and wants nothing to do with any of his toys.
We're down to 6oz of supplement a day, which is wonderful. I do wish we could drop the bottle, but it is what it is. We're still very fortunate to have moms who are pumping for us, so Griffin still only gets breastmilk.
We're still waiting for his first bellylaugh. He laughs a lot, but still no bellylaugh... I can't wait, I love baby laughs.
Tomorrow we take him to his first major league baseball game. Should be fun!
As for the Pen-o-potamous, she's doing well. She has a ton of new words (more than I can count) and other than the occasionally scream-fest (in frequencies only dogs can hear) she's a really well behaved 19 month old.
There's probably a ton more I can say, but I forget. It's hard to remember when so much is going on...
Oh, I got an A in my first class back from maternity leave... and Bryan is still doing well in class. I think he has a 3.8 GPA right now.
More later - hopefully :)
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